Alexis Tia Aho

You have consumed me My soul has had time to heal But you are still there Forever present A dark mark upon my skin An itch I can't scratch  You have wounded me Tortured me in countless ways And you'll never learn  I am sick of it Wishing to feel more than Worthless, unloved, spent It's never ending The fear of myself in time Being free of you I want to feel free I want to feel free of you Just let me be free

Everyday I hate myself a little more. My money bleeds out of my pockets. The smile that rests on my face is forced. The rolls on my body, every time I look, seem bigger. I am not unhappy. Or at least... I don't think so. I could care less but I care very much. Apathy? Disinterest? I am a rock slowly sinking, down, down, down. I feel like I'm nothing but I want to be. Motivation seems hard to come by, if at all. And I am left wanting. Just a little. Just a little more. More.